Late evening stroll for new friend Marie

sonnet in iambic tetrameter

 

Late evening stroll

 

Night falls swiftly and silently.

Across the quiet countryside.

The new moon shows through fitfully.

Although the dark clouds try to hide.

This slender crescent from our view.

They succeed only partially.

Soft silver beams keep breaking through

 providing light so I can see.

Quite well enough to find my way.

The darkness does not frighten me

 though I prefer the light of day

But still stroll contentedly

 by paths familiar to me.

Which lead me home eventually.

 

14/07/2009

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Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I love evening strolls but where I live it's too dangerous. Use to be a quiet simple neighborhood, not anymore.
Have I ever told you that I admire your writing very much? Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[WriterMe]

Short and sweet. Reminds me of this really good story i read, a friend of mine wrote =]
Great job!

--Niki